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lirik lagu copper – conversation


soltair: let me take you through the mind of a man drivin mad by the rhymes
in case you misunderstood the first time round mastermind
the head honcho i’m in the b-ss claf while you singin’ soprano
mono we mono
let’s take it there this year
no fear solitair breaks the silence then my words hold clear jack
some n-gg-z don’t know how to act
so bring it back and teach you ’bout this skill called rap
you dead waste la too bad we can’t see eye to eye
cause i’m a man and you’re a victim of the fashion b.
isee i handle my b. i you could see by
the way my sh-t keeps you open like your daughter outside
let the rhythm ride you close the front and we sneakin’ in the back
word up
trackin’ dirt up on ya doormat
the format is seems so regular bt you still listening
trying to find the…
marvel: wha? in my jaw trying to become linguistic
refine my english within the block stock market
i conduct every biz to the photo finish
bomb evidence was done history in the hands of it’s writers
a sample three of we we like n-gg-z be the writers
deranged characters outta range
gate keeper squeezing my flow
under my door can tell me bout change
against the grain
steel i reign
mount olympus, live n-gg-z turn bah bah night
by morning they?…? throw ’em in the st-tches
for needle
crave thinks becoming ya weakness
head throb like a dread lookin’ for job
it’s them gods want me on the?.? first down they put up ten yards
c’mon sly
no blast dirt or sky high to keep my militi
choclair: you either gonna love me or hate me
spin me or tape me
envy or under-rate me
sh-t’s ridiculous
you fuss cause we crazy
about to make a century eventually
ya fly high schemes will leave you wingless
you hate us
no need to differently a tall
frequentely, not i know bequently
much comfortably
sit back and hang
ride through on black horses
buck constantly be pullin’ rangs
when i come through
i be stompingwhile others tip-toeand hot clothes
i’m like a mustang before the foreigns took it wack when they first came
then tryed to come backwith a bunt down spot
forget the? stains
i’m the house in the game quick fingers
i’ll take ya p-ssy switch ya p-ssy, pull a black gauge
never thought of change i’m referring on a mountain terrain
with four runners who be jumpin’ when they hear the name chizzayyo for real ah
i ride smooth like a flat hillay
from tee dot to yankee cali to shankee
la, tear da roof
off da hizzayyo for shizzay how we rollwhen you with the suave diggy dog! patna!